Psych | C.H. AU

Part 9

A/N: I can't believe this book is almost over. I've really loved writing it! But it doesn't feel as sad to finish as some of my other books. I'm actually really excited about it.

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Only one week left. That's all I had before someone other than myself decided the rest of my life. I felt completely useless not really having a say in what was to come with my life, though it wasn't much different from what it used to be. The only difference was my father was planning my old life and a judge was about to plan my new one. I was ready, but I was scared.

After the little moment Skyler and I had shared in the hallway at the hospital last week it seemed as if things were going a lot better between us than I had expected. We've talked every day since then.

I could feel the confidence she once had in herself begin to return with every conversation we had. Because that's what abusers did, they beat down the confidence in a person to make it seem like they needed to rely on someone else to get by, which is what kept the person going back. And Skyler had been pummeled into the ground for so long, that now it was amazing to feel the hope that radiated off of her. It felt good to know that one day in the future Skyler could rid herself of her boyfriend and let me finally have my shot.

Skyler kept my mind busy from everything else going on even though she had no idea she was doing it. I hated the fact that she didn't know about anything, but I would hate it even more if she knew. And she'd hate me right back.

"Mom?" I sat up on the counter across from where she was preparing lunch. "Is dad coming to my trial?"

My mother's petite frame froze at my question, her back facing me. She then proceeded to place the sandwich she had just finished making onto a plate and turned to hand it to me. "I'm not sure. He's been very busy lately, you know."

"Right." I looked down at the sandwich in my hands not feeling very hungry anymore. "He hates me, doesn't he?"

"Oh, honey..." My mother shook her head and put a reassuring hand on my knee. "He doesn't hate you. Why would you think that?"

"I heard you guys talking," I mumbled and she pulled her hand away from me like I had just burned her.

"He didn't mean what he said," She paused in thought. "He's just as worried for you as I am."

With that she turned back to make her own lunch. I took a bite of my food before I set the plate aside on the counter next to me. He was worried, huh? Worried that if I went to jail it would ruin his image? Worried that everyone would see him as the fuck up for raising someone as horrible as me? Or was she telling to the truth and he really was concerned for my well-being. I didn't know. After all the shit he's put me through since birth I wasn't sure if I even cared anymore.

I hopped off the counter and headed up the stairs to my room. I could hear my phone buzzing loudly and a smile immediately appeared on my face as I knew exactly who was calling.

"Good afternoon, Sky-"

"Just stop yelling!" Her voice was muffled and my eyebrows knitted together in confusion, and sudden panic, as I pressed the phone closer to my ear.

"Don't you fucking tell me what to do, Skyler!"

I knew that voice. It was Jacob. Had she accidentally called me? Or had it been on purpose? My heart started to pound as there was more interference over the phone. What should I do? I paced my room, biting nervously as my thumb nail as I listened closely.